Oh lovely one!
	How cruel
	The Fate that
	Holds you thrall!
	To love Life
	So well,
	Yet be snatched away
	Before time enough
	Has passed
	To live its ecstasies.
	Perhaps it is
	Because you
	Stand so near
	To heaven's gates
	That your smiles
	Seem so bright
	And filled
	With joy and love.
	But does that alone
	Give the angels
	Leave to take you
	Back again,
	Leaving us
	Just the pain
	Of missing you?
	Where is the justice
	Of dying young?


© Fred O'Bryant. All rights reserved.

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